haire of my masters horse-taile till they kiffe their hands. Are they all readie? Cur. They are. Gru. Call them forth. Cur. Doe you heare ho? you must meete my maister to countenance my mistris. Gru. Why fhe hath a face of her owne. Cur. Who knowes not that? Gru. Thou it feemes, that calls for company to counte nance her. Cur. I call them forth to credit her. Enter foure or fiue feruingmen. Gru. Why the comes to borrow nothing of them. Nat. Welcome home Grumio. Phil. How now Grumio. Iof. What Grumio. Nick. Fellow Grumio. Nat. How now old lad. Gru. Welcome you: how now you: what you : fellow you and thus much for greeting. Now my fpruce companions, is all readie, and all things neate? Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our master? Gru. E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be notCockes paffion, filence, I heere my mafter. Enter Petruchio and Kate. Pet. Where be thefe knaues? what no man at doore To hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse? Where is Nathaniell, Gregory, Phillip. All fer. Heese, heere fir, heere fir. Pet. Pet. Heere fir, heere fir, heere fir, heere fir. You logger-headed and vnpollifht groomes : What? no attendants? no regard? no dutie? Where is the foolish knaue I sent before? Gru. Heere fir, as foolish as I was before. Pet. You pezant, fwaine, you horfon malt-horse drudg And Walters dagger was not come from fheathing: Yet as they are, heere they are come to meete you. Where is the life that late I led ? Where are those? Sit downe Kate, And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud. Enter feruants with supper. Why when I say? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie. As he forth walked on his way. Out you rogue, you plucke my foot awrie, Take that, and mend the plucking of the other. Enter one with water. Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirra, get you hence, hither : Ex.fer. One One Kate that you must kiffe, and be acquainted with. Kate. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling. 1 Ser. I. Pet. Who brought it? Peter. I. Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat What dogges are these? where is the rafcall cooke? Exeunt. Enter Enter feruants feverally. Nat. Peter didft euer fee the like. Peter. He kills her in her owne humor. Grumio, Where is he? Enter Curtis a feruant. Cur. In her chamber, making a fermon of continencie to her, and railes, and fweares, and rates, that she (poore foule) knowes not which way to ftand, to looke, to fpeake, and fits as one new rifen from a dreame. Away, away, for he is comming hither. Enter Petruchio. Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne, My faulcon now is sharpe, and paffing emptie, Ile finde about the making of the bed, And heere Ile fling the pillow, there the boulster, That all is done in reuerend care of her, This is a way to kill a wife with kindneffe, And thus Ile curbe her mad and headstrong humors He that knowes better how to tame a fhrew, Now let him speake, 'tis charitie to shew. Enter Tranio and Hortenfio. Tra. Is't poffible friend Lifio, that mistris Bianca Doth fancie any other but Lucentio, I tell you fir, fhe beares me faire in hand. Luc. Sir, to fatisfie you in what I haue faid, Stand by, and marke the manner of his teaching. Enter Bianca. Hor. Now miftris profit you in what you read? Bian. And may you proue fir master of your art. Exit. Luc. While you sweete deere proue mistresse of my heart. Hor. Quicke proceeders marry, now tell me I pray, You that durft sweare that your mistris Bianca Lou'd me in the world fo well as Lucentio. Tra. Oh despightfull loue, vnconstant womankind, I tell thee Lifio this is wonderfull. Hor. Miftake no more, I om not Lifio, Nor a mufitian as I feeme to bee, But one that scorne to liue in this disguise, And makes a god of fuch a cullion, Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I haue often heard Of your intire affection to Bianca, And fince mine eyes are witnesse of her lightneffe, |